Brandie-Blog: #YesAllWomen, #YesAllGirls

I know this story, because this was my story. Except that it wasn’t one boy. It was about seven of them I used to go home every day with welts and blisters on the center of my back; a place that, on my body nowadays, is often locked and arthritic and in pain. I learned to walk with a hunched posture to hide my breasts which I didn’t unlearn until I was in my thirties. I wore baggy clothes too. One day I finally had enough and I took my lunch kit (I was nine and ten) and I let the boy who did it have it right in the genitals. Guess who got brought to the principal’s office? Guess who almost got suspended when she was terrified of that? It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong. It needs to stop.

Part Time Monster

When I was eleven years old, right before the start of sixth grade, my mother told me it was time I started wearing a bra.

It was, at once, an exciting and scary moment. Exciting because—yay! Boobs!—I recognized that owning a bra somehow meant I was more grown-up than before; scary because … well, that strappy boobie prison just looked painful and unnecessary.

Like most girls, I started out with a training bra, and to this day, I still don’t understand the point of that exercise (what, exactly, was I “training” my breasts for?). But I quickly outgrew that one. My boobs just would not stop growing. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

My final class of the day was reading (essentially, English class). I sat on the far left side of the room, in the second-to-last row of seats. Behind me was a boy I barely knew…

View original post 1,335 more words

Advertisements

~ by Sable Aradia on May 31, 2014.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
Kell Yeah!

Welcome to Kell's website - We gots the fiction, we gots the updates, and we gots the pretty pictures, too!

(Almost) Average

ramblings of the mediocre

Paper Beats World

The life and times of a writer, mom, and comic book nerd

michellemurrayauthor

Author, poetry, musings

Mercedes Prunty Author

The Walking Mumbie

Traveling Light

a life in motion

The unofficial blog of Stan Faryna

Match stick readings and contemplative meditations about great Bablion and obsequious Chatlanians

s a gibson

Experiences in writing

The Dream Book Blog

On writing, creativity, psychological reality, and dreams

The Protagonist Speaks

Interviews with the protagonists of your favourite books

RevKess's Reviews

RevKess reviews books and music.

JC Morrows

Fantastical Fiction Wrapped up in Faith

Renaissance Universal

Respect for all living beings.

Diane Morrison

Speculative Fiction Writer

Okangan NaNoWrimo

Home to Okanagan Wrimos

mainer74

Heathenism, Asatru, and the daily grind.

%d bloggers like this: